Lying closely on my shoulder the newborn gently moves a wobbly but determined head
towards my cheek,

touching lightly at first,

then coming to rest on mine.

 

Warmth flows as soft baby fur touches a face,

not prickly but wishes it had just shaved;

and experience even more closeness in the moment.

 

Generations are connected by a simple act,

no need for noise or talk,

a feeling beyond words

as the love of parents, children and a new generation is borne

and transmitted.

 

Message and two messengers now bound forever in unconditional love.